Throes Of Rejection

This is feeding what I am.It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's theType of pain you really dig and long for. I've always beenInsecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl withLong hair, some bald guy writhing.Rejection...The kind that's self induced. The tongue that'sBitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding whatI am. A short fuse.If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly.She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wantedMore.But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks.This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants.Rejection...It ain't a fucking game. My human dick toBlame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am.Rejection...Takes life away from eyes. Will give you toThe skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowningWhat I am.